Sleeping Mouse

Sleeping Mouse In front of me, on the track that leads into the bushes, a tiny field mouse. Picked it up and put it in the palm of my hand. The mouse was brown and white, absurdly cute when it curled up and fell asleep in the morning light. Eyes, lungs and heart, like me, so what’s next? I couldn’t stay here with my hand outstretched waiting for it to wake up from its slumber, nor could I take it home. Behind me I heard the shepherd with his sheep and dogs, Put the mouse in my pocket. When dust had settled and the baaing stopped I put my hand in pocket to pick it up, only it wasn’t there anymore. To have a mouse in the palm of my hand, is one thing, but to have it crawling about inside my pants? I took my trousers off. I took my shirt off. I stood there naked as Adam in Paradise, no mouse. As I slowly dressed, butterflies flitted making the woods enchanting.